Hell Hath No Furry Like A Woman Scorned, Or A Girl Embarrassed

by Steve
(USA)

I went to a Halloween party one year dressed as Freddy Kruger. I got there early and was drinking heavily mixing different liquors and beer.

This girl that I liked from school showed up dressed as a french maid. She was very hot and looked so sexy in that outfit.

I had taken off my rubber mask because it was too hot and hard to drink through even with a straw. She recognized me and commented on my hat, glove and sweater.

At first, she talked to me quite a bit but her friends tried to keep her away from me. They were waiting on some older guys.

I was getting very drunk and trying to have a good time but I was getting annoyed at her friends and she was getting annoyed with me being so drunk.

I kept calling her Fifi and started flipping up her short dress exposing those ruffled panties which pissed her and her friends off.

After a couple of times she slapped me!

The girl having the party cooled things off so that they wouldn't leave. She told me to stay away from her or I would have to leave.

So in typical drunk fashion, I was later told, I kept my distance but made loud remarks about her being a tease and continued to drink.

I was sulky and eventually passed out. The guys the girls were waiting on never showed up so the girls were bored and decided it was time for a little Halloween trick on guess who.

You know what they say about a woman scorned (especially if she has a group of snobby busybodies encouraging her)...

I came to abruptly with a pounding headache and that feeling that something was terribly wrong. I was staring at the ceiling laid back in a recliner.

I tried to focus my eyes as I raised my head, looked down and realized I was wearing the french maid dress!

I bolted upright in the chair and looked around.

I was alone in the living room and thankful for that. I was barefooted and saw that my toenails had been painted pink as well as my fingernails.

I looked under the dress and found that I had on my own underwear but when I stood up the short dress hardly covered them. I searched the room for my clothes but they weren't there.

I looked in a mirror near the hall and saw that I had make up on and that head piece thing pinned in my hair.

I found some polaroid instants on the coffee table.

One was of the girls undressing me, another of them putting the dress on me (the girl I liked now wearing my loose fitting pants, sweater Freddy glove and hat), more of them putting make up on and painting my nails.

There were some of them posing with me and one with a sign on my chest saying Fifi the French Maid. I was later told that several other guests got their picture made with me.

By now the girl who lived there and a friend who had stayed over had heard me and came out. I tried to hide behind the chair but they told me not to bother they'd seen me.

The whole party had seen me. It was so embarrassing.

They informed me that the girl had left wearing my clothes and they felt kind of bad for me so they let me stay. They agreed I had been a real jerk but figured I had been punished enough.

They teased me about cleaning up the house and making them breakfast since I was a maid. They did loan me some sweatpants and a t shirt to wear home. Although the pants were yellow and the shirt had some sparkly picture on it.

The girl I had embarrassed and pissed off got her sweet revenge and did forgive me but I can't forget that humiliation.

For weeks and months pictures kept turning up and people teased me and called me Fifi. Even now(once in a great while) someone reminds me of it.

I never drank like that again.